The Trojan Colt: An Eli Paxton Mystery
Hired to protect a high priced yearling of "Trojan," a lately retired vintage winner in Lexington, Kentucky, Eli Paxton is just days into the activity whilst the yearling’s younger groom is going missing. requested via the boy’s mom and dad to enquire his disappearance, Paxton makes a speciality of the Lexington breeding farm. It seems that one other employees member has disappeared some time past couple of months. As Paxton concerns that the lacking boys could by no means be chanced on, he turns into a objective himself whilst a mystery threatens to derail the realm horse racing.
He went to paintings for Mr. Bigelow.” I pulled the Sanderses’ checklist out of my pocket and passed it to him. “You imagine any of those different men may need visible him extra recently?” “Not in the event that they didn’t paintings there, and none of them did,” he responded. Then he frowned. “Where the hell is Nan?” “Beats me,” I stated. “Nan who?” “Gillette. Tony’s girl.” “His mom says they broke up part a 12 months ago.” Jeff smiled. “She sought after them to wreck up, so Tony simply stopped speaking approximately her. He used to be nonetheless seeing her.
“Hell, everybody dies with the Bengals,” I acknowledged. “But I additionally understand you exit to the music each now and then.” “Yeah, I do,” I stated. “But there’s not anything working at River Downs that’s worthy a bodyguard, and along with, your agency’s received a beginning lineup which may spot the Bengals touchdowns and nonetheless beat them.” “And such a lot of them are going to be doing precisely what you’re doing, Eli,” acknowledged Striker. “Okay, I’m wakeful and nonetheless mystified,” I stated. “Explain, please.” “You’re correct approximately.
MacDonald. “I don't have any evidence, now not even a touch that Bigelow is aware him or maybe is aware who he's, or that they ever had any dealings, and I’ll wager the farm we’re going to shop for that he didn’t recognize Paulson.” “So why point out him at all?” “Because a person answering his description—we imagine it used to be him, yet we don’t recognize for sure—was noticed on the town the day Paulson vanished and hasn’t been visible considering. till now.” “Now?” I repeated. “He sometimes stops via in the course of revenues week. by no means attends the sale.
The barns. What am i able to do for you, Eli?” “I’ve hit a number of lifeless ends. i assumed I’d take one other go searching and notice if I ignored anything.” “You’ve received loose run of the barns and paddocks,” responded Standish. “If you must visit the large House—that’s what we name the Bigelow residence—I’ll need to get permission, yet I can’t think a person will say no, particularly with Mrs. Bigelow off vacationing neighbors in Manhattan.” “No, if Tony didn’t spend any time there, I don’t need to. “Truth to inform, I.
paintings stations till we got here to an place of work behind the construction. She opened the door, walked inside of, and waited for me to affix her. “This is Officer Paxton, sir,” she stated. A good-looking guy in his past due forties or early fifties with a head of wavy grey hair stood up. “Thanks, Linda,” he stated in a voice that had the faintest hint of a Southern accessory. “I’ll take it from here.” She nodded and left with no be aware, remaining the door in the back of her. “Have a seat, Lieutenant,” he acknowledged, indicating a.